Friday, August 8, 2014

Slowing Down



Slowing Down
by
Wanda Stricklin Robertson

I used to hurry, taking no time
for things I encountered along the way. 
Now, I amble, turtle-like, stopping,
embracing, soaking in every ray

of sunlight, healing energy warm.
I used to rush, never looking around,
but now, lingering, I savor existence,
every tiny treasure found.

I used to charge into the chaotic crowd,
not caring where they were bound, as long
as they would accept me as part of
their madness.  At last, I see the wrong

of wasted time when I used to obsess
about not measuring up, and changing me
to fit into their perceived perfection.
I'm so over that.  Today, I'll just be

happy to breathe in, breathe out, hearing
the birds, the babies, the silence. Taking
nothing for granted, listening, leaning;
I'm loving it, this life I'm making.